Reflection

Stale are the hallways of obscured lifetimes
Where infinity converges with certain death
Still I inhale the tepid air of time
Have I become resigned?

The smallest of movements are lost in the tedium
My thoughts, fragmented
Dissolving into emptiness
As the extenuating becomes extinct

I can no longer seek the redemption
Which infinitely escaped my lugubrious grasp
The past is impossible to justify
With the evaporation of salvation

My reflection hides behind itself
My viscosity largely evident
But the blinding glare of darkness beckons
Resistance is futile